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If, on a quiet sea,
toward Heaven we calmly sail,
|: With grateful hearts,
O God, to Thee,
We’ll own the favoring gale. :|
But should the surges rise,
and rest delay to come,
|: Blest be the tempest,
kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home. :|
Soon shall our doubts and fears
all yield to Thy control;
|: Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul. :|
Teach us, in every state,
to make Thy will our own;
|: And when the joys
of sense depart,
To live by faith alone. :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 extended
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1772
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 1:17; Rm 1:17;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SELVIN
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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